After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?
Chapter 241 Avoiding Suspicion

Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Avoiding Suspicion

Back at school, Shen Qingqing was stopped by the guard.

"Teacher Shen, there’s a package for you."

Shen Qingqing looked puzzled, who would send her something?

The guard handed the package to her.

It wasn’t big, nor heavy.

An arm reached over from behind and took the package from Shen Qingqing’s hands.

The man had sharp eyes, "Tsk, can’t give up, huh."

The package was sent by Zhou Hansheng.

Delivered on Shen Qingqing’s birthday, it seemed carefully timed to be a birthday present just for her.

Zhou Hansheng used to date Shen Qingqing, so Jiang Zhixun couldn’t help but feel jealous.

She was his Qingqing.

His wife!

The guy took advantage and now he’s an ex but still has the nerve to send Qingqing a gift.

"He’s shameless, still bothering you."

Shen Qingqing looked up at him, "He’s not in Beijing, how’s he bothering me?"

The man snorted coldly, shaking the package in his hand, "Isn’t sending you a gift bothering you? That guy, even as an ex, doesn’t know how to keep his distance!"

Shen Qingqing smirked, "Right, right, you’re so good at keeping distance."

Even with a thick skin, Jiang Zhixun felt a bit embarrassed.

He muttered, "That’s different."

"How’s it different?"

"I’m your husband; he was just a boyfriend. I’m the one for daily life."

Shen Qingqing reminded, "Ex-husband."

Jiang Zhixun hummed, "He’s the ex-boyfriend; I’m the current one and your future love."

The more he talked, the angrier he became, wanting to throw away the gift from Zhou Hansheng.

Shen Qingqing teased him, "It’s not like it’s for you, why are you so worked up?"

"Sending gifts to someone else’s girlfriend, don’t you think he’s overstepping?" Jiang Zhixun gritted his teeth.

Shen Qingqing gave him a meaningful look, "Since you care so much, why don’t you keep it?"

After pondering for a few seconds, Jiang Zhixun tapped his cheek, "Alright, I’ll keep it safe for you."

Zhou Hansheng has no place in Qingqing’s heart; she doesn’t even want his gift!

Jiang Zhixun instantly cheered himself up.

An ex is no match for him!

He wrapped an arm around Shen Qingqing’s shoulder with possessiveness.

Shen Qingqing scolded him, "Childish."

"I enjoy it."

So what if he was childish, he just wanted to hold Qingqing and let everyone know that he, Jiang Zhixun, was Shen Qingqing’s partner!

Back in the dormitory, Jiang Zhixun placed Zhou Hansheng’s package by the door.

He would take it when he left later.

Qingqing didn’t look at it, so there was no need to force it in front of her.

If the gift was to Qingqing’s liking, and she felt grateful toward Zhou Hansheng, reminiscing from time to time, that scoundrel’s goal would be achieved, wouldn’t it?

Not only would he take it away, but he’d also make sure Qingqing had no time to think about Zhou Hansheng!

That was Jiang Zhixun’s thinking.

Sharing the same intuition, Shen Qingqing instantly guessed his thoughts.

Teasingly, "Maybe I should take a look, so I can return the favor on his birthday."

"No looking, no returning." The man’s tone was firm.

Zhou Hansheng already had Qingqing in mind, would he really not come back if he received a gift?

Jiang Zhixun’s voice softened, "To truly learn masterfully, one needs peace of mind, be good, let’s not disturb him."

Shen Qingqing didn’t reply, she drew the curtains and stood before the wardrobe, beginning to change clothes by herself.

She didn’t know what Zhou Hansheng sent her, but they had broken up, and she and Jiang Zhixun had reconciled, so there was no reason to dwell on it.

Shen Qingqing wondered if she was being cold-blooded by doing this.

But she didn’t want to give Zhou Hansheng any hope.

Nor did she want him making major life decisions because of her.

She couldn’t bear the weight of Zhou Hansheng’s life.

The only thing she could do was to keep her distance and be a proper ex.

She had treated Jiang Zhixun the same way before, cold and distant, offering no bit of hope.

Now recalling it, Jiang Zhixun felt a bit afraid.

He subtly exhaled. Fortunately, Qingqing had returned, willing to give him another chance.

He was lucky!

Shen Qingqing took off her coat, standing there in just a camisole.

Her long hair was tied in a bun, her arms bare, her neck slender, exposed in the air.

Her figure was great, curvaceous, everything growing in the right place.

Without the coat’s cover, her good figure was entirely revealed.

Standing on tiptoes to get clothes, her tank top riding up, revealing a sliver of her fair, delicate waist.

Jiang Zhixun, having placed his prepared gift box, turned around to see this sight.

Her waist was so thin, devoid of any excess flesh, yet amazingly soft.

Sweaty palms grew hot, that skin-on-skin feeling abruptly welling up.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, exactly like her scent.

Everything tempted Jiang Zhixun to hold Shen Qingqing tight.

This was his love.

They would be intimate, loving, and together for a lifetime.

Her back met the man’s firm chest, Shen Qingqing elbowed him.

"Don’t interrupt me changing clothes."

Scorching kisses landed on her neck, spreading delicately around.

When they reached the shoulder, the man gently grazed with his teeth.

Leaving no mark, but making it hard for Shen Qingqing to focus.

She let out a frustrated sound, "You’re so annoying."

Jiang Zhixun smirked, "It looks good this way."

"I’m cold."

The man held her tighter, warmth passing onto her, "Still cold?"

The man was full of heat; Shen Qingqing was not only not cold, but found him too hot.

"Stop fooling around."

Jiang Zhixun tilted his head to look at her, "Hot? Why not take another off?"

Shen Qingqing spat at him, "Jiang Zhixun, you’re full of tricks!"

A muffled chuckle reached her ears.

"So my wife knows me best."

Warm breath sprayed over her earlobe, and Shen Qingqing’s ears, neck, and cheeks... turned a light shade of red.

Fighting back, she said, "I think it’s you who should take something off. It’s scorching!"

She shoved the man’s hands aside and quickly slipped into a loose garment.

Jiang Zhixun clicked his tongue, looking regretful as if saying he hadn’t seen enough.

Shen Qingqing glared at him, "Keep it together!"

The man feigned innocence, "I’m just looking at my own partner."

Shen Qingqing intentionally twisted his words, "What, you want to look at someone else’s partner?"

Jiang Zhixun’s mouth twitched, "Only looking at Shen Qingqing."

Shen Qingqing couldn’t match his thick skin, feeling her face heat up from his words.

Averting her eyes, she walked over to her desk, "What’s inside?"

She pointed at the big box—the birthday gift Jiang Zhixun kept concealed, not letting her see in advance.

He once again embraced her from behind, "Open and see."

Shen Qingqing suddenly felt nervous.

Her long fingers rested on the box, taking a deep breath, "Should I really open it?"

"Yes."

A pink wedding dress came into view, leaving Shen Qingqing stunned, unexpected that Jiang Zhixun would give this.

The air was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After an unknown duration, someone held Shen Qingqing’s hand.

Jiang Zhixun produced a new watch from somewhere, placing it on her wrist.

Then he brought out a small long box, inside of which was a pen.

"This is the actual birthday gift."

Shen Qingqing’s eyes watered for a moment, turning to look Jiang Zhixun directly in the eye, "Which one do you really want to give me, make it clear."